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Promises of Forever	By : Ravenheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/James Views: 18939 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: It might be sexist but
in here, Healers are a step above mediwitches/mediwizards... think...
Doctors and a seriously high qualified nurse. And Sirius is NOT
Harry's godfather, in my universe the Christening happens when the
baby is one year old, never before. Personally, I love Frank's little
rant here =)

Tittle: Promises
of forever

Chapter: 08 –
Tales

Pairing: James
Potter & Severus Snape

Summary: James
survived that fated Halloween night, now with an infant by his side
he has to face adulthood and a world that demands his son. Thank
goodness he has Severus Snape on his side.

Warning:
Character Death, OOCness, cuteness, AU, Harry's three months old
instead of 15 months. Manipulative!Dumbledore, Evil!Tom Riddle

Disclaimer: This
is a work of fiction, written to win the NaNoWriMo challenge. No
money is being made from this and no copyright infringement is
intended.

Previously:
“Bloody nuisance!” Snape cried, opening his book and
returning to his reading.

Tales
from Patients

James snickered as he
got to the Ministry, grinning at Frank's angry glare.

“Relax, he's not
gonna do anything. We got a deal remember?”

“How can you have
a deal with a man like that is beyond me!” Frank cried,
throwing his hands up as he stared at the still living infant.

“Always have an
option open... that's what my dad used to say to me.” James
grinned, shrugging as he called for St. Mungo's.

Fifteen minutes later
and both Aurors were on the way to see one Mr. Black, they could
already hear the commotion with the mediwitches and the mumble as
Sirius did his number on the witches, they knew how he worked, in
turns he would pull the sick card and in others the 'I've got battle
scars' cards. It worked every time against young witches.

James just rolled his
eyes as he walked into the room.

“Honestly
Padfoot! You're playing the sick card?” He grinned, leaving
Frank on the doorway as he sat by the bed, patting the boy's back as
he started to whine.

“And my, my...
look who's here! Not even a day out of the hospital and he's back
already...” Sirius grinned, extending his hands to pick up
Harry. And that's when James saw it, the hand wrapped up in gauze,
and with a tint of dark red, if the Healers left it like that it only
meant one thing, the dagger was poisoned and would leave a scar.

Glaring at the
offending hand, James placed Harry on the other arm, the infant
immediately whining, his lip trembling into the international sign of
crying.

“I don't think he
likes you Mr. Padfoot.” James grinned, rearranging Harry so the
baby could look at him.

“I blame you for
that, poisoning his young mind against his godfather...” Sirius
said, rolling his eyes.

James rolled his eyes
again, keeping an eye on the baby. He knew Frank would also keep an
eye on the baby, specially after hearing from Dumbledore. Even
without proo,f the statement itself was too close to home for the
senior auror to discard just like that.

“I don't need to
do it, you do that all on your own. Honestly... barging in the
nursery in dog form like that, not only he's weary around you, he
won't trust you any time soon.” James grinned, well aware that
both of them were talking about lighter topics to try and ignore the
neon green African elephant in the room.

“How was I
supposed to know he would get scared like that?”

“A big black dog
running into a room at full speed just to suddenly stop and bark
loudly.” He stared at his friend, a look of pure disbelief. “I
wonder how he could ever be afraid of that.” he gave his friend
a playful glare.

In truth, when it had
happened, Lily had threatened to add animagus wards around the house
and had immediately cursed Sirius out of the house, a flock of flies
the size of a fist following him. It had taken them hours to sooth
the baby and Harry had been restless the whole week.

Sirius had shown up the
next day with big red bruises throughout his body, each bruise the
size of a pinky's fingernail. Needless to say the Grim animagus never
pulled another one like that again.

Clearing his throat,
James stared at the whining infant as he finally decided to approach
the elephant.

“So... what
happened?” he finally asked into the awkward silence, resisting
the urge to pick up Harry and throw accusations around. That wouldn't
help them, not now. Possibly not ever.

“Peter...
attacked.” Was the simple reply as Sirius stared into the far
wall.

“He was...
different I guess, not himself but yet like the old Pete we knew...
and then... suddenly... he began to choke me, saying weird things and
asking me questions. I... I also asked him why... why he did it!! He
said he betrayed you and Lily because he wanted to live.”
Sirius finished with a whisper, staring at the injured hand.

James just nodded, he
had a feeling it had been that but he didn't want to be right this
time, he wanted Peter to be under Imperius, but he wasn't, not
according to Sirius.

“I guess I... I
understand...” He muttered, clenching his hands into fists. He
had hand an inkling of the reason but to have it said like that... he
understood. Right now, he would go through anything for his friends,
but he would no longer die for any of them.

“You... you
'understand'? Fuck it James!” the auror cried, startling Harry
into a crying fit.

“Oh for Merlin's
sake! Give him here Sirius...” James muttered, trying to pick
up Harry, only to have Padfoot move the child out of the way making
him cry even harder.

“No! I have him!
He has to learn to deal with me as well, doesn't he?” He asked
James. Something glinting in the depths of his eyes. James was scared
to find out what that might be.

“Just you, Harry
and the marauders now James, he has to learn to deal with us all!”
He grinned, moving the child up and down in sharp movements, making
his cry escalate.

“Sirius enough!
You're scaring him!” James cried, trying to get his son back,
only to have Sirius move out of the way and bang Harry's head against
the metal on the bed's side.

“Sirius!”
James shouted, as Frank and a Healer walked into the room. Harry's
wailing drawing both their attentions as James finally snatched Harry
away.

“James... what
happened? We heard yelling...” Frank asked gently as the Healer
tried to assert the damage made.

“Sirius and I
were... arguing, talking about the attack from Peter and then... and
then...” James stammered, looking at his tiny son and then
throwing a poisonous look at Sirius' way. “Then Harry started
to get scared, ever since he was 10 days old he has been a bit scared
of Sirius and... oh baby I'm so sorry!” He gripped the boy
harder, resting his chin on the tiny head as the baby continued to
wail.

“James? Did...
did Sirius hurt Harry?” Frank asked, even as the Healer sighed
in relief as he encountered only a bump to the head and no lasting
damage.

“I didn't mean
to!” Came the defensive reply from the bed.

“Shut up Black!
You've no idea what you could have done.” Frank snarled, the
usually calm and level headed auror going red in the face with anger.
If it had been Neville...

“Just a bump to
the head aurors.” The Healer smiled. “Just... don't let
him sleep for the next two hours Mr. Potter and he will be fussy for
a while, it's normal.” the Healer smiled, patting James' arm
and leaving the room.

James nodded, getting
up and walking up and down the room, he could already see a bump
forming on Harry's head and he hated Sirius for it. He never thought
he would hate someone like this but right now he did, more than he
had once hated Snape, more than he ever hated Voldemort, and much,
much more than he hated Peter.

“And you were so
close to your nap-time weren't you love?” James cooed, walking
out of the room without a backwards glance.

“Oi! Don't you
wanna hear what Peter said?” Sirius shouted, only to be
answered by a snort coming from Frank.

“I don't think he
wants to hear you Black, frankly I wouldn't want you near my son
either.”

“If you got
something to say, say it.” Sirius snarled, trying to get out of
bed only to have the Healer's spell preventing him from moving.

“I think you're
getting way ahead of yourself. Harry's not even six months old and
you're already proclaiming to be his Godfather. James hasn't
nominated anyone for the role. Just because you're supposed to
be his best friend, doesn't mean your magic is compatible with
Harry's. In fact I think you're not compatible with Harry.
You're so far gone into your own world right now you can't even feel
his distress, I doubt you could have seen it and it was right in
front of you! And to deny a parent the right to sooth his child...
You're disgusting Sirius, I think Harry would be better in the hands
of Death Eaters rather than yours.” The auror sneered before
stalking off. He didn't want to nor need to hear Sirius' reply.

He caught up with James
at the entrance, as he paced with Harry up and down the hallway.

“You know,”
the younger father started, talking in soothing tones. “I think
Snape takes better care of Harry than Sirius could ever have. I know
he would protect my boy with his life, I'm sure of it. I don't think
Sirius would ever be able to do the same.”

“To be fair
Sirius is not a parent.” Frank smiled, sitting in one of the
hard wooden benches, staring at the picture of father and son. “What
you just described is parent material, my friend.”

“It is, isn't it?
It's just that... it's hard to come to terms with the fact that your
best friend hasn't grown up yet. You heard about Sirius almost being
taken to Azkaban haven't you?” He blabbed, he knew he was
blabbing and he honestly could not stop, he had to keep himself
occupied or else he would be hexing Sirius right now.

“Of course I did,
everyone heard it I guess.”

“Yeah well, you
know what his reaction was? Anger... anger at almost being taken to
Azkaban. Like he couldn't believe they would ever suspect him! Hell I
suspected my other friend of treason, what makes him so special that
everyone would automatically skip him in the suspicion head count?
Instead of being relieved that Crouch actually believed him in the
end...” He trailed off with an angry mutter.

“Did you know I
had to take veritasserum to free him? I did... and instead of
being relieved he got out of suspicion I get rewarded with anger! At
my wife's funeral!”

“James... James!”
The other auror got up, touching his friend's arms and reaching for
the baby. “You're upsetting your son, come on now, give him
here and I'll ask for a calming draught from the mediwitch.”

Gently removing Harry
from his father's arms, he begun to walk around with him, keeping
well in sight of the distraught father.

“Come now little
guy, you can't sleep right now.” He cooed, well trained –
thanks to his mother and his wife – in taking care of a crying
infant. “Wake up little man, show your father how strong you
can be.” He grinned, showing James his baby yawning, tear
tracks on his face and some still clinging to his eyes. He gently
wiped them away, still making cooing noises to the infant.

James just stared,
swallowing down his own set of tears. There would be time to cry and
rant and break things up later on, now was the time to get things set
straight, to solve the mess that was his life.

“How did you get
so good at this?” He asked, avoiding the subject they both knew
was hanging on the air.

“I have Neville
now... and who do you think wakes up at night to feed him or change
him?”

James could only snort,
leaning against the hard surface of the bench.

“Wife put you up
to night duty as well?”

“You too huh?”

“Yeah... you know
I... I woke up that night. Earlier than when Wormtail showed up...
I-”

“James you don't
have to say anything...”

“I know! I know
that” He said, his eyes open wide to keep the treacherous tears
away. He was an Auror for Merlin's sake, Aurors didn't cry!

“But I want to, I
need to... That night... was the first time Harry did accidental
magic.” He looked at his son with a proud smile, before
continuing, with his tale, “I woke up and he was there...
staring at the magical animals above his crib and making them spin
around. At first I couldn't believe it, I thought Lily had left the
charm on, she was the last to be with him before me and she was so
tired I just thought it was her... when I cast the counter charm...
it was turned off. Harry was making those things spin.” He
grinned, and Frank could see the proud glint in his eyes. “I
was so, so, so proud of him, I just had to pick him up and say it.
And I did... then I changed him, he tried to pee on me the little
menace. Did Neville ever do that to you?”

Frank grinned, shaking
his head. “Never. His mother taught him to be a gentleman.”
he winked at James.

“I'm afraid that
one is a stubborn spitfire. We tried to teach him manners but he
refuses to comply.” He grinned back, before continuing his
tale. “He started to whine from hunger and so I called Lily
over. She was just so, so tired... that I just had to put her on the
blue chair we had in the room, so she could support her arms and
breastfeed him. That's when the call came... I had only pants on, so
I put the outer robe on and I answered the door.”

James took a shuddering
breath, resting his face on his hands and, for the first time, taking
his eyes off of the baby.

“Peter stupefied
me, said he was going to pay his life debt and... in a way I think he
did... I shudder to think what would have happened if I had died as
well... where would my son be?”

“Don't you have
any other relatives?” Frank asked, as neutral as one can be
listening to one's friend telling the horrible things that happened
that night.

“Lily does, did.
The Potters were the last ones. We are the last ones... just me and
Harry now.” he smiled into his hands.

“You have each
other, that's all that matters.” Frank murmured, sitting
besides his friend and handing Harry over. The baby still wide awake
and looking to be in pain.

“I suppose it
is.”

“Well... you've
got Snape as well I think, but I still have to see his evidence
before I can believe him.”

“Snape... yeah...
did you see what he was reading when we tumbled out of the
fireplace?” James asked with a forced smile to try and
alleviate their mood.

“Ingredients and
their uses, by Thorn Greenbeam... suppose that was why Harry was
sleeping.” He grinned at the younger auror, relieved to see him
smiling again.

They left the hospital
shortly after, missing Remus and Albus by seconds.

Remus stalked into the
magical hospital and directly into Sirius' room, to find the auror
more distraught then when they had left him. He was staring into
space and mumbling about being a horrible godfather.

He blamed James for his
friend's mood.

It was shortly after
3pm that Frank and James walked into the Longbottom state, the house
much bigger than the house on Godric's Hollow but just as
intimidating. James wasn't sure he liked it. As soon as Frank stepped
inside he heard his own son wailing to the top of his lungs and he
took a deep breath.

“Neville's been
having colics as well. Usually Alice takes care of him but, when I
can, I help around.”

“You know...
shouldn't you be working right now? I doubt Moody gave you the day
off to spend it with me and your family.”

Frank just grinned, as
he led James up the stairs.

“Of course he didn't! I'm getting paid to watch over the boy
who lived and his father. Orders from Crouch you know.” He
winked at James.
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